I don't know what was so wrong about yesterday. I know it was a Sunday. I know that I'd just had a huge argument with Father in front of my cousin and my Mother, in which my Father tried so hard to show off in front of Tina, failing miserably in my opinion. I'm okay at arguing. I usually can't get a word in with Brendon and usually just want to compromise more than win my case over completely. With my Father, I cut him down to small pieces because I know his weaknesses inside out. He called me a heartless bitch that doesn't let anything stand in my way. I'm satisfied with that. Tina even tried to make a few remarks about how much of a girl Brendon looks from behind with his long hair. I badly wanted to call her a bitter fat whore who is pregnant with her third kid, on a benefit and is now a solo mother because her partner jumped into bed with many other woman. But I didn't. I think it's pretty easy to see her predicament without saying anything. Maybe I'm not so heartless after all. On a more interesting note: I was bored and took some photos of my favourite skirt. I love that skirt. I like the mirror too. I like taking photos in front of that mirror. What turned into taking photos of the skirt eventually lead to just plain ol’ skanking. I find it hard to look at them and see myself as the self-loathing girl that I am. They just don't seem to work well together.